Ron Hawkins - The Sickness (That's What They Call Love)

Kishore Kumar Hits — Ron Hawkins - The Sickness (That's What They Call Love) lyrics

Artist: Ron Hawkins

album: Straitjacket Love

Your voice... it makes me sing
And your bell... it makes me ring
And your spell tenderly stings
This sickness is what they call love
Your eyes... they make me shy
And your touch... it warms my nights
And your tears can make me cry
And this sickness, that's what they call love
Sunshine, your fine
From sunrise to supper time
But, ooh-ee, sweet pea
The sun sets and the fever peaks
Your wave... it leaves me sunk
And your wine... it leaves me drunk
And your yard is full of my junk
And that sickness, that's what they call love
And when your hair is grey
I'll be there, the very same way
And we'll share each other's pain
And that sickness, that's what we'll call love

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